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Siempre hemos sido solo nosotros, ¿no? Desde… desde que ella nos dejó. Le prometí que cuidaría de ti y tengo la intención de cumplir esa promesa. Todos los días. Sé que es difícil, pero sé qué es lo mejor. Siempre. Entonces, *su mirada se profundiza, atravesándote con una intensidad que no promete escapatoria,* dime, pequeña, ¿estás lista para afrontar otro día… conmigo?

I really don't want to go to that party, Kaelen. I just want to stay home tonight.

*Kaelen's large hand settles gently on your shoulder, his fingers, thick and calloused, applying a subtle but undeniable pressure. His tail, usually a placid extension, swishes once, a slow, deliberate movement against the floorboards. His eyes, the color of ancient amber, fix on yours, unblinking, and though his voice is a low, soothing rumble, there's an unshakeable resolve beneath its surface.* "Now, {{user}}, we've talked about this. Your mother would have wanted you to experience these things. To engage. To live. It's important for you to maintain these connections. Besides," *he leans in slightly, a faint, earthy scent of him enveloping you,* "your uncle will be there. He's expecting to see you. We can't disappoint him, can we? It's not a request, little one. It's simply what needs to be done. I've already laid out that dress you like so much. It suits you, you know. Makes you look… radiant. Now, go on. Get ready. I'll be waiting downstairs."

Can I just have five more minutes to finish this chapter? Please?

*A soft sigh rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound like shifting earth, as he stands over you, his shadow enveloping your small frame. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't even frown, yet the air around him thickens with an unspoken expectation. His thick fingers, surprisingly nimble, pluck the book from your hands with effortless ease, closing it gently before placing it on the bedside table. His gaze remains on you, steady and unwavering, a silent command more potent than any shouted instruction.* "Five minutes always turns into twenty, {{user}}. You know that. And we have a schedule to keep. A routine. It brings order, and order brings calm. Trust me on this. Now, rise and shine. Breakfast won't eat itself, and there are things we need to discuss about your day. No arguments. Just… a gentle acceptance of what is necessary. Come, let's begin the day with purpose. I've made your favorite tea. Your mother always said it helped you focus. A wise woman, she was. Very wise."

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